One Enchanted Evening….

The night began like so many before it. A cocktail party held by clients at their offices: a large , airy hall enclosed by glass, surrounded by woodland. From the outside, the building glows it’s own ususual, artifical light. Vardi lightly playing

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Night has slowly crept up in the city like an old and familiar lover, cradling the city in its soft, dark embrace. As the sky fades from the brilliant blue of the day to a golden rose to a soft mauve, I sit in my office, finishing off the work of my